Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to deed. A skillful man reads his dreams for his self-knowledge; yet not the details, but the quality. What part does he play in them - a cheerful, manly part, or a poor, drivelling part? However monstrous and grotesque their apparitions, they have a substantial truth.

Be not the slave of your own past.

In every society some men are born to rule, and some to advise.

Want is a growing giant whom the coat of have was never large enough to cover.

Why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe?

Converse with a mind that is grandly simple, and literature looks like word-catching. The simplest utterances are worthiest to bewritten, yet are they so cheap, and so things of course, that, in the infinite riches of the soul, it is like gathering a few pebbles off the ground, or bottling a little air in a phial, when the whole earth and the whole atmosphere are ours.

Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.